Blue Mage Omnibus: 10 Book Collection: An Epic Fantasy Romance Adventure

by Eden Redd

  “I have such plans,” Freya whispered.

  “Please mistress, tell us your plans,” Loc said with heated breaths, hips thrusting between tender thighs.

  Freya’s body bounced slightly as Loc pushed as deep as he could go. Ideas formed in Freya’s mind as blissful shivers ran through out her body. Nerves curled and Freya moaned her approval.

  “Tomorrow we are going to teach someone a lesson,” Freya moaned with closed eyes.

  “Have they wronged you, Mistress?” Loc said as he upped the tempo.

  “Yes, they have,” Freya hissed.

  Freya clenched as Loc made long strokes. She held onto him as he struggled in her grip. The elf was thin but Freya could feel his power. A plan formed and the young woman felt her nerves reach the breaking point. Hands clutched at dark skinned shoulders and muffled cries filled the air. Loc continued to please his mistress, tongue snaking out and licking pointed nipples.

  The orgasm subsided but another began to grow. Freya bit her lip as Loc kept his pace. Cyn floated, her mouth hanging open and she let out a low moan, ectoplasm dripping down her inner thighs.

  “You both will never leave your mistress,” Freya moaned.

  “We will never leave you,” Loc said.

  “We will never leave you,” Cyn said.

  “Good. No one leaves me,” Freya moaned as another orgasm exploded and her body quivered.

  ***

  Rickard turned the knob and walked into his home, mind filled with regrets. He couldn’t stop thinking about Freya and how lost she must have been when her mother left. He felt awful for what he said and promised to work it out with her as soon as he saw her. Closing the door behind him, the smell of cooking food blanketed his senses.

  Rickard turned to the kitchen. Freya moved to the doorway in an apron and a smile on her face. Rickard smiled back, the smell of food calming his rattled nerves.

  Freya took a step forward, her head tilted, “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable yesterday. I thought I would cook us dinner and have a pleasant evening together.”

  Rickard grinned, stepped forward and hugged her, “I’m so happy to hear that. Yes, I would love dinner with you. I’m sorry about what I said. I didn’t think about how you must have been feeling.”

  Freya hugged Rickard close before breaking away, “Let’s sit down. The food is almost ready.”

  Freya took Rickard’s hand and guided him to the dining room. Candles were lit and the finest silverware lay out for two. Freya sat Rickard at the head of the table and skipped to the kitchen. Rickard was smiling ear to ear as Freya came out with two dishes. The young woman placed the plate in front of him and placed another at her seat to his side. Freya undid the apron and hung it on the back of her chair.

  Rickard looked down at steaming steak, potatoes and greens. Freya walked over to the wine cabinet and pulled out a bottle. Rickard watched as she poured the wine into each glass before setting the bottle down.

  “Was the bottle already open?” Rickard asked as he cut into his steak.

  Freya smiled, “I had a half glass while I was cooking. I also poured some on the steak as it cooked to give it a little extra flavor.”

  Rickard smiled and stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth. The dinner was pleasant as they sat and talked about future. Rickard was quick to tell Freya that she could stay as long as she likes. Freya watched him intently and gave shy smiles when his eyes lit up. When the meal was done, Rickard sat back and let out a long full sigh.

  “That was delicious,” Rickard stretched his arms.

  Freya nodded, “I’m glad you liked it. Now we can really talk about our future.”

  Rickard eyed her innocently, “I thought we had? You can stay for as long as you want.”

  Freya leaned forward, the sides of her arms pushing her breasts together, “Thank you but I was thinking about you and I.”

  Rickard looked down at Freya’s cleavage and shifted his eyes away, “What do you mean?”

  “You shouldn’t be so shy around me. I know you want me. Since mom is no longer with us, there is nothing standing in our way,” Freya said with a smirk.

  Rickard’s eyes moved nervously, “We…..we cannot do that. I’m twenty years older than you. It wouldn’t be right.”

  “What does age have to do with it? I see how you look at me. Here I am.”

  “You are like a daughter to me,” Rickard stammered.

  Freya stood up and touched Rickard’s cheek, “I know. You are like a father to me. Now is your chance to take me. Claim me as yours.”

  Rickard grabbed the glass of wine and took a deep drink. Eyes looking everywhere except at Freya, he saw that her glass was still full.

  “You didn’t touch your wine,” Rickard said with a quiver in his voice.

  Freya gave an innocent smile, “I wanted to be fully aware when you fuck me.”

  Rickard stood up and began to walk away. He knew he couldn’t be there anymore. The wine started to bother him. Memories of Freya teasing him with her body flooded his mind. He had to go for a walk to clear his head. Rickard was walking through the kitchen and headed straight for the door. From a nearby wall, a ghostly figure emerged just as Rickard passed. Cyn quickly floated and dived into the older man.

  Rickard stopped dead in his tracks, a mere two feet from the front door. Freya strolled out from the kitchen as Rickard turned around, eyes wide as saucers.

  “What is happening? I cannot control my body!” Rickard said alarmed.

  “My familiar has taken over your body and just your body. I had a feeling you might try to deny your wants so she is here to help you get over your secrets desires.”

  Freya turned and walked down a hallway. Rickard followed, unable to do anything more than watch events unfold. Freya stepped to Rickard’s bedroom door and opened it. Rickard stared at rose petals all over the floor and candles lit. The lighting was dim and romantic.

  Freya stepped inside and Rickard followed. With the door closed, Rickard began undressing against his own will. Freya sat at the edge of the bed and watched. The older man stripped down to nothing and stood in the middle of the room. Freya admired his cock as it hung. Now she knew why her mother kept him so long.

  “Please don’t do this. Let me go. I will give you anything you want,” Rickard pleaded.

  Freya gave a weak smile, “I want you. I want you to fuck me.”

  “Please Freya,” Rickard said as his body moved forward.

  The young woman reached out and ran fingers down his veiny cock. Her touch made it bounce and she licked her lips.

  “I think once you’re beyond a certain point, you won’t stop. You will fuck me and you will like it. Let me get you there,” Freya said and pressed her lips to his shaft.

  Rickard let out a heated gasp but his body remained still. Freya continued her tender kisses, looking up to see his eyes on her. The older man felt his manhood grow harder with each kiss. Freya loved how it pressed against her lips, heat radiating off the shaft. Fingers curled around the shaft and she gentle stroked him.

  “I want your cock in my mouth. I’m such a bad girl,” Freya said with innocent eyes.

  Rickard watched as Freya closed her mouth over the tip and gently sucked on the end. The older man said nothing as pleasure bloomed. Freya sucked on the end but let inched slide into her mouth, her own fingers touching her wet womanhood. The sounds of sucking filled the room. Freya exaggerated her moans and gasps as she sucked on his hard member. Lust and tortured eyes glazed over as Rickard silently cursed himself in his mind.

  Pre- come touched Freya’s tongue and she moaned loudly. Manly hands reached down to touch pointed nipples. Freya giggled as her step father pinched and smoothed over her breasts, cupping them in his hands. Freya bobbed her head, making louder and louder noises. Rickard groaned but could not keep his eyes off of her. Balls tightened and the shaft expanded in her mouth. Freya sucked harder and whined her approval. Spurts of hot come splashed into her mouth. Freya kept eye contact wit
h Rickard as another few spurts hit the back of her mouth and down her throat.

  Pulling away, Freya laughed, come dripping down the corner of her mouth. Rickard felt his arms move as they pushed Freya onto her back. He had no control as he forced her further onto the bed.

  “Take me!” Freya whined.

  Rickard couldn’t believe he was still hard. Come dripped from his rock-hard cock. Roughly, he held Freya down and pushed her thighs open with his knees. The young woman smiled evilly as she could see the tortured conflict in his eyes. Rickard’s cock head touched her dripping wet opening. Hips pushed and Freya let out long whines. Rickard’s cock pushed in and she clamped around him, making it as difficult as she could for him to proceed. Sad torture turned to heated lust. Freya knew the expression well. You push any man far enough and they will fall to their natural desires.

  Freya moaned like she was being violated. Rickard could feel every sensation as he pushed all the way to the hilt. The young woman moaned and pretend cried as hips moved and forced her open. Control bled back into Rickard’s body. Cyn pulled away and floated a short distance away. The older man felt he could stop now. He could pull away and run. He could end this nightmare. He would get a magistrate to force Freya out into the street and be done with her.

  Instead, he continued on, forcing himself deeper into her tight depths. The sensations were too much, like tasting pure ambrosia. Freya watched with half closed eyes as her step father didn’t take his chance to run away. Smiling and moaning, she clamped her legs around his waist. Rickard pushed into her over and over. Deep urges pushed at him as he felt another orgasm was close. Reason left him as the maddening and forbidden pleasure rolled through him like a beast unchained.

  “Come in me. Come in me and claim me for your own!” Freya moaned.

  Rickard lost every shred of his better self as his cock thickened. Freya squealed as her body bucked underneath Rickard’s. Molten jets of come spurted into her tight folds. Freya’s body reacted with her own exploding orgasm. Moans and gasps mixed and bodies moved to a primal rhythm. Freya held onto him, eyes shutting tight and another orgasm pulsing from between her legs and along her nerves. The thought of Rickard taking her pushed her beyond her limits. A third orgasm caused her to dig her nails into his back as he pushed every last drop of come into her.

  Gasping, Rickard pulled out of Freya and slid off the bed. Stumbling, his mind grew weak and he fell to his hands and knees. Freya lay, breathing heavy and savoring every pulse of bliss. Lazily she moved her head and looked to the heaving Rickard on the floor.

  “I feel strange,” Rickard heaved.

  “The potion is taking effect,” Freya said whimsically.

  Rickard peered over as Freya slowly sat up, “Potion?”

  Freya stretched her arms and yawned, “Yea, the potion I poured into the wine bottle. I knew that after tonight you would do anything to leave me. So, I thought I would keep you forever.”

  “What…did…you…do?” Rickard said as his muscles and body stiffened.

  Freya stood up and sauntered over to her step-father, “I found this lovely recipe for turning living creatures to stone. The ingredients were a little difficult but nothing my ghost familiar couldn’t retrieve.”

  “Freya, give me the antidote,” Rickard begged.

  “Why? So, you can leave? I decide when someone leaves,” Freya crossed her arms and stuck out her chin.

  The door to the bedroom opened. Loc walked in and grabbed one of Rickard’s arms. Lifting him up and putting an arm over his shoulder, the dark elf dragged the older man out or the room and toward the basement door.

  Rickard watched in horror as feeling slowly left his body. The dark elf dragged him down the stairs to the lit basement. Fear spiked as they reached the bottom of the stairs, a large hole dug into the basement ground and a shovel lay close by. Freya followed and watched as Loc lay Rickard down on the dirt floor.

  “Please…Freya…,” Rickard found it harder and harder to talk.

  Freya rolled her eyes, “Stop begging. It’s not manly. You may have a big cock but you need lessons on being a man.”

  “Please…..” Rickard said and his eyes took on a faraway gaze.

  Freya walked over and stood over Rickard. His body stiffened, patches of skin turned gray and hard. Freya knelt down and took his still hard member in her hands. She guided him into her dripping gash, riding him as the gray patches grew bigger along his skin.

  “I’m going to keep you down here until I want you again. Everything you have now belongs to me. It will feel good knowing your down here and I can fuck you anytime I want. Sleep well. Someday I will revive you. If you want to leave, then back in the hole. If you please me, I will keep you out of the hole,” Freya moaned.

  Rickard’s body stopped moving as his body solidified. Freya continued to ride his cock as it turned to stone inside her. When the transformation was complete, Freya rode the statue until she came. The young woman let out a soul crushing scream as it was the biggest orgasm she ever had.

  Slipping off the statue, Cyn passed her a cell phone. Freya tapped the screen as Loc gently placed Rickard into the human sized hole. Picking up a shovel, the dark elf started throwing heaps of dirt over the naked statue. Freya put the phone to her ear and waited. Three rings later, someone picked up.

  “Hi Trystan. I was feeling a little lonely and thought we should meet up. Want to get a drink? Excellent. We can meet at the Serpent Inn bar. See you soon.”

  Freya let the hand with the phone fall to her side. She watched with satisfaction as Loc heaped more dirt on the stone Rickard, a cool calmness filling her heart and a terrible shadow cast over her spirit.

  ~Fin~

  Blue Mage: Dark Seduction

  One

  The room was spinning. Trystan tried to focus as the dragon woman looked down at him with amused eyes. Heart beating wildly, the mage leaned a hand against the wall to steady himself. Taking deep breaths, Trystan willed himself to calm down but the process was slow as his eyes darted at the naked dragon woman.

  Nia froze, unsure what she could do, if anything. The black-haired woman turned her eyes to the red head and gave a sardonic leer. Black leathery wings flexed slightly as the dragon woman stepped closer to Trystan, a clawed finger out. The mage breathed in through his nose and out his mouth as the dragon woman tilted her head down to Trystan. The clawed finger touched his chin and tilted his head up so he could look into her eyes.

  “You don’t look so well, Father. Maybe I should get on my knees and show you how happy I am to see you,” The dragon woman said with a hint of a giggle.

  “You…you are not my child. You are a magical being made of energy inked into my skin. Freya put you there to torture me,” Trystan said with a quiver in his voice.

  The dragon woman pouted, “Mother thought it would be best if I was here to protect you. She told me in a dream that you are weak and need saving. It hurts my feelings how you talk to me.”

  “Tell your mother to leave me alone,” Trystan said with a defiant edge.

  The dragon woman shrugged, “I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I belong to you, now and forever. Now let me ease your troubled heart. I promise to be a good girl to you. Let me play with you and help you feel better.”

  Mist rolled off Trystan’s right arm. A moment later, Sylk emerged in a puff of smoke, knees bent and webbed hands in tight fists. The dragon woman stood straight up and eyed the blue siren as she took a step closer, rage etched into her brow.

  “Stay away from him,” Sylk growled through gritted teeth.

  The dragon woman let out a sarcastic laugh, “Or what? You will beat me into submission? I know all about you, siren. Mother made me this way so I can…..” The dragon woman stopped short when a webbed fist smashed into her jaw.

  The dragon woman stumbled back, eyes wide with surprise, “You bitch!”

  “Stay away or the next one won’t be a warning,” Sylk said as she stood in front of her master.

  “S
ylk stop. This is a hospital. We have to talk this out,” Trystan said as he stood on his own, taking his hand from the wall.

  “No master. Freya made this thing to taunt you and hold power over you. I will make sure she doesn’t hurt you, ever,” Sylk said with eyes still on the dragon woman.

  The dragon woman smirked as she closed her eyes and turned her head sideways, chin out, “Thing? My name is Kira, you pathetic fish girl. I’m bonded to father just as you are. I wouldn’t hurt him. I’m here to protect him.”

  “Master only needs one protector and that’s me,” The siren growled.

  “Ha! Your master belongs to mother. We all know it. You can sprout all the nonsense you wish but I’m not going anywhere. I belong to him as much as he belongs to me and mother.”

  Sylk’s eyes narrowed, “We will see about that. Master, forgive me.”

  Trystan could barely make out the blur of motion. Sylk propelled herself so fast toward Kira that she had become a blue streak. Webbed hands launched a series of blurring fists at the dragon woman calling herself Kira. Kira was ready, spinning away just as Sylk’s fist was mere inches away from her face. Black scaled hands slashed outward and were blocked by blue scaled forearms. Wings flexed and moved, spinning out. Sylk back peddled but a wing engulfed her and threw the siren into a white wall. Sylk recovered, sliding to the ground and sweep kicking outward. Kira leapt into the air dodging the sweep. Sylk smirked as the dragon woman was in midair. The siren opened her mouth and screamed. A thin line of hard vibrations slammed into the dragon woman’s chest, sending her flying backwards into a wall, cracking it.

  Kira slid down to her scaled feet, a crazy look in her eyes, “Now you’ve done it.”

  The dragon woman opened her mouth and a stream of green fire burst forth. Sylk spun away as the fire struck the wall and partially melted it. The siren closed the distance as Kira closed her mouth. She ducked down and brought a webbed fist up. Kira took the hit to the jaw but she was ready for it. The dragon woman’s head turned slightly but a black scaled hand reached out and grabbed the siren by the throat. Sylk struggled as claws clamped onto her neck. The siren was about to scream until Kira tightened her grip. The blue siren struggled to pull in air, taking her scaled arms and slamming down on Kira’s arm. The dragon woman held fast and stared amused at the struggling siren.